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WESTMINSTER 


SABBATH-SCHOOL  HYMNAL 


A Collection  of  Hymns  and  Tunes 


FOR  USE  IN 


SABBATH-SCHOOLS  AND  SOCIAL  MEETINGS 


PREPARED  BY  THE 

Rev.  JOHN  W.  DULLES,  D.D. 

AND 

ME.  THEODOEE  F.  SEWAED 


PHILADELPHIA 

PEESBYTEEIAN  BOAED  OF  PUBLICATION 

1334  CHESTNUT  STREET 


INTRODUCTION 


In  response  to  a pressing  demand,  as  well  as  to  the  recommendations  of  the 
General  Assembly  of  the  Presbyterian  Church,  the  Westminster  Sabbath- 
School  Hymnal  is  now  published  by  the  Presbyterian  Board  of  Publication. 
It  aims  to  give,  as  to  both  hymns  and  tunes,  (1)  what  our  young  people  can 
sing ; (2)  what  they  will  sing ; and  (3)  what  they  ought  to  sing.  A carefully- 
made  selection  from  the  standard  hymns  of  the  Church  gives  permanent  value 
to  the  book.  Among  these  invaluable  gems  of  sacred  song,  preference  has 
been  given  to  those  most  worthy  of  being  stored  in  the  memory,  those  most 
readily  grasped  by  the  young  and  best  adapted  to  hearty  singing.  Besides 
these  indispensable  hymns  of  the  Church,  there  is  given  a liberal  selection, 
from  the  many  books  published  for  use  in  “ gospel-meetings  ” and  in  the 
Sabbath-school,  of  hymns  and  tunes  deservedly  favorites.  Original  pieces 
of  merit,  with  others  from  the  best  modern  ecclesiastical  music  of  England 
and  the  Continent,  complete  the  collection.  It  is  believed  that  thus  a vol- 
ume has  been  prepared  sound  in  its  composition,  whilst  highly  attractive 
and  available  for  the  service  of  song  in  the  Sabbath-school,  and  also  fitted 
for  use  in  the  chapel  and  in  prayer-meeting.  To  pack  as  much  as  possible 
into  the  book  without  unduly  increasing  its  size  and  cost,  hymns  are  given 
without  the  music  where  the  familiar  tunes  to  which  they  are  ordinarily 
sung  are  pretty  sure  to  be  within  easy  reach. 

The  long  experience,  the  good  taste  and  skill,  with  the  Christian  sympathy 
in  the  work,  of  the  musical  editor,  Mr.  Theodore  F.  Seward,  assure  us  of 
excellence  in  that  department  of  our  Westminster  Sabbath-School 
Hymnal,  which  is  ofiered  to  the  public  with  the  belief  that  it  will  be  found 
truly  serviceable,  ministering  gladness  in  God’s  praise  and  spiritual  prof- 
iting to  those  by  whom  it  shall  be  used.  May  the  blessing  of  God  rest 
upon  all  whose  devotions  it  shall  guide! 


Copyright,  1883,  by  the  Trustees  of  the  Presbyterian  Board  of  Publication. 


All  Rights  Reserved. 


Electrotyped  by  Westcott  & Thomson,  Philadelphia. 


WESTMINSTER 

SABBATH-SCHOOL  HYMNAL 


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No  other  name  but  thine. — Cho. 

Copyright , 1882 , by  Rev.  Samuel  Alman. 


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Praise  to  Thee.  8s&7s. 


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For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 

Sound  his  praise  thro’  earth  and  heaven 
Sound  Jehovah’s  praise  on  high. 


Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise  ; 
Then,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


6 Shout  the  Glad  Tidings. 


W.  A.  Muhlenberg.  Avison. 


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2  Tell  how  he  cometh ; from  nation  to 
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The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 
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How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salva- 
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How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting 
are  crowned ! 

Cho. — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully 
bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise ; 

Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  sing- 
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One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 

Final  Cho— Shout  the  glad,  etc. 


1 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus’  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

2 Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne’er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3 Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4 Oh  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 

We’ll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

Edward  Perronet. 


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1 Around  the  Saviour’s  lofty  throne, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 
sing; 

They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 

And  crown  him — everlasting  King. 

2 Approach,  ye  saints ! this  God  is  yours ; 

’Tis  Jesus  fills  the  throne  above : 

Ye  cannot  want  while  God  endures ; 
Ye  cannot  fail  while  God  is  love. 

3 Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs ; 
Yet  smile  on  us,  who  fain  would  bring 
The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

4 Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 

We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view ; 
And  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear, 
We’ll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 

Thomas  Kelly. 

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Worthy  the  Lamb. 


H.  L.  Hastings. 


Samuel  Alman. 


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1.  Hark ! from  the  mansions  of  glory  the  song,  “ Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain !” 


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Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  ! 

We  would  take  up  the  glad  anthem 
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Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  ! 

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Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  ! 

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“ Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  !” 
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10  Saviour,  Blessed  Saviour.  6s&5s.  d. 


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11  Hark!  the  Notes  of  Angels.  8s&7s. 

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13  Come,  let  us  Join  our  Cheerful  Songs,  o.  m. 


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John  B.  Dykes. 


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16 


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The  tender  lambs  his  arm  shall  gather, 
His  love  their  light,  his  heart  their 
home. — Cho. 

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17  Sing  Aloud.  (Anthem.) 


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That  in  my  life  I see ; 

The  fountain  of  my  faith  and  hope, 
My  springs  are  all  in  thee. — Kef. 

3 Thou  art  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

My  truest,  noblest  wealth  ; 

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4 Thou  art  my  succor  in  distress, 

My  guard,  behind,  before ; 

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My  help  for  evermore. — Ref. 

5 Whom  have  I,  Lord,  in  heav’n  but  thee  ? 

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In  mine  thou  dost  abide. — Ref. 

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Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
While  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 
And  our  love  his  gifts  excite ; 

With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 
With  his  holy  Church  below, 

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Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow. 


3 Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
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Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Thus,  thy  glorious  day  confessing, 

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Holy,  holy,  holy,  blessing 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high ! 


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21  EXALTATION. 


1 Hark  ! ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love : 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne ; 

Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 

2 King  of  glory  ! reign  for  ever ; 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown ; 
Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 
Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine 
own ; 

Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 

Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

3 Saviour ! hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we’ll  sing, 

“ Glory,  glory  to  our  King  !” 

Thomas  Kelly. 


22  MORNINGTON.  S.  M. 


1 Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Let  all  within  me  join, 


And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2 Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

3 ’Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

’Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

’Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4 He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 

He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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23  NETTLETON.  8s  & 7s.  D. 


1 Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ! 
Only  thee  I wish  to  sing ; 


To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King: 
Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness ! 

Love  I much?  I’ve  much  forgiven; 
I’m  a miracle  of  grace. 

2 Once  with  Adam’s  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin,  I lay  ; 

Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  by : 

Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven ! 

My  Redeemer’s  tenderness ; 

Love  I much  ? I’ve  much  forgiven  ; 
I’m  a miracle  of  grace. 

3 Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above ; 
Whilst,  astonished,  I admire 

God’s  free  grace  and  boundless  love ; 
That  blest  moment  I received  him 
Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Love  I much  ? I’ve  much  forgiven ; 
I’m  a miracle  of  grace. 

J.  Wingrove. 

24  SILVER  STREET.  S.  M. 

1 Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

2 He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3 Come,  worship  at  his  throne ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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Night  and  day,  continual  praise; 

Hast  thou  not  a mission  .too 
For  thy  children  here  to  do  ? 

With  the  prophets’  goodly  line 
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For  thou  hast  to  babes  revealed 
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3 Martyrs,  in  a noble  host, 

Of  thy  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Since  so  bright  the  crown  they  wear, 
We  with  them  thy  cross  would  bear. 
All  thy  Church,  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Jesus,  hail  thy  spotless  birth  : 

Seated  on  the  judgment-throne, 
Number  us  among  thine  own. 


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TUCKER.  S.  M. 


1 Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne 

And  view  my  Immanuel’s  face, 

In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 
Tune  all  your  soft  harps  to  his 
praise ; 

He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 

When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 
Confirmed  by  his  power,  you  stood. 

2 Ye  saints  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his 
feet, 

His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the 
grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  de- 
spair, 

For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 


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1 I bless  the  Christ  of  God ; 

I rest  on  love  divine ; 

And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart 
I call  this  Saviour  mine. 

2 His  cross  dispels  each  doubt ; 

I bury  in  his  tomb 
Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

3 I praise  the  God  of  grace ; 

I trust  his  truth  and  might ; 

He  calls  me  his,  I call  him  mine, 
My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

4 ’Tis  he  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives ; 

I love  because  he  loveth  me, 

I live  because  he  lives. 

5 My  life  with  him  is  hid, 

My  death  has  passed  away, 

My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 


3 Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I’m  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I to  your  Saviour  belong  ; 

I want,  oh,  I want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 
To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

Maria  de  Fleury. 


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HEBER.  C.  M. 


H.  Bonar . 


29 


PARK  STREET.  L.  M. 


1 Jesus  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to 
shore, 

Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no 
more. 


1 How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a believer’s  ear ! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2 It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

It  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

’Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  to  the  weary,  rest. 


2 For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall 

rise 

With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3 People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4 Blessings  abound  where’er  he  reigns, 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 


3 Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I bring. 

John  Newton. 

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5 Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King; 

Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 

And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Isaac  Watts 


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Rev.  Thomas  Kelly. 


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Glory  to  our  King. 


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1 Oh,  could  I speak  the  matchless  worth, 


Oh,  could  I sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 

I’d  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2 I’d  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine ; 

I’d  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 

In  which  all-perfect,  glorious  dress 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3 I’d  sing  the  characters  he  hears, 

And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne ; 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

I  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4 Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me 

home, 

And  I shall  see  his  face  : 

Then,  with  my  Saviour,  Brother, 
Friend, 

A blest  eternity  I’ll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Samuel  Medley. 


32  AURELIA.  7S  & 6S. 


1 Lord  of  the  vast  creation, 


Support  of  worlds  unknown, 
Desire  of  every  nation, 

Behold  us  at  thy  throne ; 

We  come  for  mercy  crying 
Through  thine  atoning  blood, 
And,  on  thy  grace  relying, 

We  seek  each  promised  good. 

2  Oh,  when  shall  thy  salvation 
Be  known  through  every  land, 
And  men,  in  every  station, 

Obey  thy  great  command  ? 


In  God’s  own  Son  believing, 
From  sin  may  they  be  free, 
And,  gospel-grace  receiving, 
Find  life  and  peace  in  thee. 


John  Balmer. 


1 Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand, 


Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

A holy,  happy  band, 

Befrain. — Singing  glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2 In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed, 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 

3 What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love — 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

4 Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean. 

5 On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour’s 

grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name ; 

So  now  they  see  his  b Jessed  face, 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

Anne  JET.  Shepard . 
34  OLD  HUNDRED.  L.  M. 


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1 From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator’s  praise  arise  : 

Let  the  Redeemer’s  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2 Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore 

Till  suns  shall  set  and  rise  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts . 


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Kef. — Hallelujah,  etc. 


36  BOYLSTON.  S.  M. 


1 My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 


2 High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3 His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

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37  ITALIAN  HYMN.  6s  & 4s. 


1 Come,  thou  almighty  King, 

Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise ; 

Father  all -glorious, 

O’er  all  victorious, 

Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days ! 

2 Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 

Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend ; 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 

And  give  thy  word  success: 

Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend ! 

3 Come,  holy  Comforter, 

Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour ; 

Thou  who  almighty  art, 

Now  rule  in  every  heart, 

And  ne’er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4 To  the  great  One  in  Three, 

The  highest  praises  be 

Hence,  evermore ; 

His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 

And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore.  C.  Wesley. 

38  ARLINGTON.  C.  M. 


1 This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2 To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan’s  empire  fell ; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3 Hosanna  to  th’  anointed  King, 

To  David’s  holy  Son  ; 

Help  us,  O Lord  ! descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4 Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace, 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father’s  name 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 


5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  Church  on  earth  can  raise ; 

The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

Isaac  Watts. 

39  ITALIAN  HYMN.  6s  & 4s. 

1 Glory  to  God  on  high ! 

Let  praises  fill  the  sky ; 

Praise  ye  his  name ; 

Angels,  His  name  adore 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 

And,  saints,  cry  evermore, 
“Worthy  the  Lamb !” 

2 All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name ; 

We  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  his  dear  fame  abroad  : 
“Worthy  the  Lamb !” 

3 To  him  our  hearts  we  raise ; 

None  else  shall  have  our  praise; 

Praise  ye  his  name  ; 

Him,  our  exalted  Lord, 

By  us  below  adored, 

We  praise  with  one  accord: 
“Worthy  the  Lamb  l” 

James  Allen. 


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Costly,  free  and  knows  no  end. 

2 Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3 When  he  lived  on  earth,  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 
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4 Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! * 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas ! forget  too  often 
What  a Friend  we  have  above. 

John  Newton. 


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On  thee  our  Lord  victorious 
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3 Thou  art  a cooling  fountain 

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A day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above. 


4 To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls ; 

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5 New  graces  ever  gaining 

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To  spirits  of  the  blest. 

To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son ; 

The  Church  her  voice  upraises 
To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One! 


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44  Jesus,  Tender  Saviour. 


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45  God  is  my  Strong  Salvation.  7s  & 6s. 


James  Montgomery.  Rev.  T.  R.  Matthews. 


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In  dark-ness  and  temp  - ta  - tion  My  Light,  my  Help,  is  near. 


2 Place  on  the  Lord  reliance ; 
My  soul,  with  courage  wait; 
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The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 


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38  Copyright , 1574,  by  Horace  Waters 


50  Never  Alone. 


R.  W.  Raymond.  Ferd.  Silcher. 


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My  Saviour  and  my  guard, 
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My  great  reward. 

Ref. — I’m  nearer,  etc. 


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52  Wonderful  Words  of  Life. 


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Wonderful  words  of  life; 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 
Wonderful  words  of  life. 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 

Sanctify  for  ever. 

Ref. — Beautiful  words,  etc. 


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53  I Could  not  Do  without  Thee. 


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2 I could  not  do  without  thee  : 

I  cannot  stand  alone  ; 

I  have  no  strength  or  goodness, 
No  wisdom  of  my  own. 

But  thou,  beloved  Saviour, 

Art  all  in  all  to  me, 

And  weakness  will  be  power 
If  leaning  hard  on  thee. — Ref. 

3 I could  not  do  without  thee ; 

For  oh,  the  way  is  long, 

And  I am  often  weary, 

And  sigh  replaces  song. 


How  could  I do  without  thee? 

I do  not  know  the  way  : 

Thou  knowest  and  thou  leadest, 
And  will  not  let  me  stray. — Ref^ 

4  I could  not  do  without  thee  ; 

For  years  are  fleeting  fast ; 

And  soon,  in  solemn  loneliness, 

The  river  must  be  past ; 

But  thou  wilt  never  leave  me, 

And,  though  the  waves  roll  high, 
I know  thou  wilt  be  near  me, 

And  whisper,  “ It  is  I.” — Ref. 


ARLINGTON.  C.  M. 
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56 


SILVER  STREET.  S.  M. 


1 Am  I a soldier  of  the  cross, 

A follower  of  the  Lamb, 

And  shall  I fear  to  own  his  cause 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


1 Grace  ! ’tis  a charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  mine  ear ; 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


2 Must  I be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3 Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  dark  world  a friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4 Sure  I must  fight  if  I would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 

I’ll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

Isaac  Watts. 

55  ARLINGTON.  C.  M. 

1 Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound! 

’Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears — 

A sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A cordial  for  our  fears. 

2 Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell’s  dark  door  we  lay ; 

But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 

To  see  a heavenly  day. 

3 Salvation  ! Let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts. 

43 


2 Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3 Grace  led  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4 Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 

Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Ph.  Doddridge. 

57  RETREAT.  L.  M. 

1 From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a calm,  a sure  retreat : 

’Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy -seat. 

2 There  is  a place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 

A place  than  all  beside  more  sweet : 

It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3 There  is  a scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with 

friend ; 

Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they 
meet 

Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

Hugh  Stowell. 


58  Gracious  Saviour,  Gentle  Shepherd. 

Jane  E.  Leeson.  Geo,  C.  Stebbins. 


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From  thy  fold  to  go  astray ; 

By  thy  look  of  love  directed, 
May  we  walk  the  narrow  way ! 
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Lest  we  fall  to  sin  a prey.  :|| 


3 Taught  to  lisp  thy  holy  praises 

Which  on  earth  thy  children  sing, 
Both  with  lips  and  hearts  unfeigned, 
May  we  our  thank-offering  bring, 

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Join  to  praise  our  Lord  and  King!  :|| 
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3 Faithful  and  just  art  thou, 

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1  More  love  to  thee,  O Christ, 
More  love  to  thee  ! 

Hear  thou  the  prayer  I make 
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More  love,  O Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 

2 Once  earthly  joy  I craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest ; 

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More  love  to  thee  ! 

3 Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain : 

Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain 
When  they  can  sing,  with  me, 
More  love,  O Christ  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 

Elizabeth  P.  Prentiss. 


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1 Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

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Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

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Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a stone, 

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Nearer  to  thee. 

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Steps  unto  heaven ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me 
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Nearer  to  thee ! 

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Bethel  I’ll  raise ; 

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Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

5 Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I fly, 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

Mrs.  S.  F.  Adams. 


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70  Hark ! the  Herald  Angels  Sing.  7s.  d. 


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4 Beautiful  morning  star ! 

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Thy  glory  bright 
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The  shining  land  afar. — Ref. 

55  Copyright , 1875 , by  Biglow  & Main. 


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Sank  around  the  stranded  ark, 
And  the  rainbow’s  wat’ry  span 
Spake  of  mercy,  hope  to  man 
And  peace  with  God  in  heaven, 
And  peace  with  God  in  heaven. 


3 There  was  joy  in  heaven, 

There  was  joy  in  heaven, 

Joy  in  heaven, 

When  of  love  the  midnight  beam 
Dawned  on  favored  Bethlehem, 
And  along  the  echoing  hill 
Angels  sang,  “ On  earth  good-will, 
Glory  to  God  in  heaven, 

Glory  to  God  in  heaven.” 


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With  a full  salvation, 

Man  in  God,  and  God  in  man— 
Wondrous  incarnation ! 


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Glad  hosannas,  then,  we’ll  raise, 
Through  the  earth  resounding : 
Peace,  good-will,  for  evermore, 

Love  divine  abounding. — Ref. 

Copyright , 1880,  by  Biglow  & Main. 


74:  Wonderful  Night. 


2 Wonderful  night ! wonderful  night ! 
Dreamed  of  by  prophets  and  sages, 
Manhood,  redeemed  for  all  ages, 
Welcomes  thy  hallowing  might. 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

3 Wonderful  night ! wonderful  night ! 
Down  o’er  the  stars,  to  restore  us, 
Leading  his  flame-winged  chorus, 
Comes  the  Eternal  to  sight. 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 


4 Wonderful  night ! wonderful  night ! 
Sweet  he  thy  rest  to  the  weary, 
Making  the  dull  heart  and  dreary 
Laugh  in  a dream  of  delight. 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

5 Wonderful  night ! wonderful  night! 
Let  me,  as  long  as  life  lingers, 

Sing  with  the  cherubim  singers : 

“ Glory  to  God  in  the  height !” 
Wonderful,  wonderful  night! 


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75  When,  his  Salvation  Bringing.  7s&6s. 


J.  King.  From  Mozart. 


2 And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still — 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 
On  Zion’s  heavenly  hill — 

We’ll  flock  around  His  banner 
Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  cry  aloud,  “ Hosanna 
To  David’s  royal  Son !” 

3 For,  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer’s  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 
Might  well  “ Hosanna!”  raise. 
But  shall  we  only  render 
The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 

No!  While  our  hearts  are  tender 
They  too  shall  be  the  Lord’s. 


76  7s  & 6s. 

1 When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along, 

When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him  who  once  was  slain 
A second  time  descended 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2 Then,  from  the  craggy  mountains, 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply  ; 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  hymn  around, 

All  “Hallelujah!”  swelling 
In  one  continued  sound. 


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3 Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I 
may  go, 

And  ask  for  a share  in  his  love ; 

And  if  I now  earnestly  seek  him 
below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, 


4 In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to 
prepare 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 
there,  [heaven.” 

“For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of 


IS  ANTIOCH.  C.  M. 


1 Joy  to  the  world ! the  Lord  is  come ! 


Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2 Joy  to  the  world ! the  Saviour  reigns! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ, 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains, 

Eepeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3 No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 


4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 


79  HEEMON.  C.  M. 

1 The  people  that  in  darkness  sat 

A glorious  Light  have  seen  ; 

The  Light  has  shined  on  them  who 
long 

In  shades  of  death  have  been. 

2 To  us  a Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a Son  is  given  ; 

Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

3 His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace 

For  evermore  adored, 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 

The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

4 His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

J.  Morrison, 


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Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 
But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 

Lo,  here  I fall,  my  Saviour ! 

’Tis  I deserve  thy  place ; 

Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 

3 The  joy  can  ne’er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 

When  in  thy  body  broken 
I thus  with  safety  hide. 

My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 
Thy  glory  now  to  see, 

Beside  thy  cross  expiring, 

I’d  breathe  my  soul  to  thee. 

81  O SACRED  HEAD.  7s  & 6s. 

1  I lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 

He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 


I bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious 
Till  not  a stain  remains. 

2 I lay  my  wants  on  Jesus : 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him  ; 

He  healeth  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 

I lay  my  guilt  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 

He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3 I long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 

I long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father’s  holy  child. 

I long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 

To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels’  song. 

H.  Bonar. 


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1 Hark  ! the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 

See ! it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky. 

“ It  is  finished ! ” 

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2 “ It  is  finished  !”  Oh  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord. 

“ It  is  finished !” 

Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3 Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 

All  in  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 

Join  to  praise  Immanuel’s  name. 
Hallelujah ! 

Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Jonathan  Evans. 

84  RATH  BUN.  8S  & 7s. 

1 In  the  cross  of  Christ  I glory, 

Towering  o’er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2 When  the  woes  of  life  overtake  me, 

Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 

Lo ! it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 


3 When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4 Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  pleasure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

John  Bowring . 


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2 Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I should  boast 

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All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me 
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3 See!  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his 

feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down : 
Did  e’er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a crown  ? 

4 Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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87  OLMUTZ. 


88  COOLING.  C.  M. 


1 Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars  slain 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2 But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb 

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And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3 My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While,  like  a penitent,  I stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4 My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  th’  accursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5 Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 

We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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1 Enthroned  on  high,  almighty  Lord, 

The  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 

Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 

And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

2 Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire — 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3 Spirit  of  life  and  light  and  love, 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give ; 
Quicken  our  souls,  born  from  above, 

In  Christ  that  we  might  live. 

4 To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  his  grace, 

And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5 His  love  within  us  shed  abroad — 

Life’s  ever-springing  well — 

Till  God  in  us  and  we  in  God 
In  love  eternal  dwell. 

Thomas  Haweis. 


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Prostrate  I bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Seeking  forgiveness  and  thy  blessing, 
Comfort  and  peace  from  thee  alone. 
Saviour,  Redeemer,  accept  me, 

Grant  me  thy  presence  and  love ; 
Bear  with  my  weakness  and  folly ; 
Send  me  thy  strength  from  above. 


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Trusting  in  thee,  why  need  I fear, 
Knowing  that  all  so  heavy-laden 
Surely  will  find  thee  ever  near? 
Take,  then,  dear  Saviour,  my  burden ; 

Teach  me  to  walk  in  thy  way ; 
Tenderly  shelter  and  keep  me; 

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Jesus  is  Calling, 


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Fanny  J.  Crosby. 


Geo.  C.  Stebbins. 


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Copyright , 1883 , by  Geo.  C.  Stebbins. 


Voice  of  Love 


92 


Rev.  Alfred  Taylor.  From  the  Russian. 


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I hear  his  kind  voice : I’ll  reject  him  no  more,  Nor  let  him  stand  pleading  in  vain. 
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“ Come  unto  Me.” 


T.  C HAMPTON. 


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betide. 

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soul  shall  he  fed 

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heavenly  bread.” 

Ref. — Come,  come,  come,  etc. 


71 


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96  Art  thou  Weary. 

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Then  the  tender  call  obey : 

Give  your  heart  to  Jesus. 

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101  The  Wondrous  Stranger. 


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2 To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

Oh,  hear  him  now ; 


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To  Jesus  bow. 

3 To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

For  refuge  fly ; 

The  storm  of  justice  falls, 

And  death  is  nigh. 

4 The  Spirit  calls  to-day : 

Yield  to  his  power  ; 

Oh,  grieve  him  not  away ; 

’Tis  mercy’s  hour. 

Rev.  S.  F.  Smith 


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Come,  Sinner,  Come. 


Mrs.  F.  J.  Van  Alstyne. 


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God  is  Love 


Mrs.  Jos.  F.  Knapp.  By  per. 


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Pure  and  spotless  may  we  be ; 

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1  Lord,  do  not  leave  me ! 

I’m  but  an  erring  child, 

Weak,  poor  and  sin-defiled, 
Afraid,  alone ; 

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No  ill  can  thee  surprise; 
Beneath  thy  loving  eyes 
Danger  is  none. 


2  If  thou  wilt  guide  me, 

Gladly  I’ll  go  with  thee : 

No  harm  can  come  to  me, 

Holding  thy  hand ; 

And  soon  my  weary  feet, 

Safe  in  the  golden  street, 

Where  all  who  love  thee  meet, 
Bedeemed  shall  stand. 

M.  E.  Thalheimer. 


109  JUST  NOW. 

1 Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus  just  now; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2 He  will  save  you,  etc. 

3 He  is  able,  etc. 

4 He  is  willing,  etc. 


5 He  is  waiting,  etc. 

6 He  will  hear  you,  etc. 

7 He  will  cleanse  you,  etc. 

8 He’ll  renew  you,  etc. 

9 He’ll  forgive  you,  etc. 

10  If  you  trust  him,  etc. 

11  He  will  save  you,  etc. 

E.  P.  Hammond. 


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Jesus’  Arm  Sustains  Thee. 


E.  H.  Johnson.  By  per. 


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When  a hand  re  - strains  thee,  Sure  - ly  it  is  he. 


2 Humbly,  uncomplaining, 

In  his  hand,  in  his  hand, 
Leave  whatever  things  thou 
Canst  not  understand. 

Ever  let  his  wisdom  guide, 

And  in  his  love  confide : 
Faithful  hath  he  been  for  years, 
Shaming  all  thy  fears. 


3 Whatsoe’er  betideth, 

Night  or  day,  night  or  day, 
Know  his  love  provideth 
Benefits  alway. 

Every  cross  he  bids  thee  take 
Bravely  hear  for  his  sake ; 
Humbly  bending  to  his  will, 
Trust  and  love  him  still. 


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112  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  7s. 

W.  H.  Monk. 


2 Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring — 

Christ,  our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King ; 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3 Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost : 

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Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 

For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  “ God  is  love.” 


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Bright  Dawns  the  Day. 


Rev.  A.  Taylor. 


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Press  Forward  and  Fear  Not. — Concluded. 


2  Press  forward  and  fear  not ! Though 
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3 Fear  not ! be  not  dismayed  ! 

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Your  Saviour  soon  will  come, 

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And  bring  you  to  his  home. — Kef. 

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117  Take  me,  O my  Father. 


Ray  Palmer. 


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4 Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus! 
The  strife  will  not  be  long : 
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3 Fear  not  the  din  of  battle : 
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4 Onward,  then,  ye  faithful, 
Join  our  happy  throng ; 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 
In  the  triumph-song. 
“Glory,  laud  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  the  King  ” — 
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3 Gather  them  in,  for  there  yet  is 
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The  bread  of  life  to  break ; 
To  do  some  deed  of  kindness, 
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Our  blessings  freely  share. 


4 Then  help  us  all,  dear  Saviour, 

This  blessed  life  to  know — 

Our  hearts  with  love  o’erflowing, 
Each  day  like  thee  to  grow ; 

Thy  Spirit  dwelling  in  us, 

May  this  our  mission  be — 

In  consecrated  service 
To  give  ourselves  to  thee. 

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They  that  fiery  drinks  combine, 
Early  haste  and  tarry  long. — Ref. 


3 Drinker,  turn,  and  leave  the  bowl : 
Drunkards  cannot  enter  heav’n. 
Christ  hath  died  to  save  thy  soul ; 
Flee  to  him,  and  be  forgiven. — Ref. 


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Turn  quickly  away ; 

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In  life’s  busy  fray. 

Fall  not  from  your  station, 
Whatever  it  be ; 

Keep  clear  from  the  danger 
That  beckons  to  thee. — Ref. 


3 Yield  not  to  the  tempter ; 

Be  firm  and  be  true  ; 

And  God  in  your  weakness 
Your  strength  shall  renew. 

To  him  your  petition 
Send  up  day  by  day ; 

God  giveth  the  victory : 

Watch  then  while  you  pray. — Ref. 
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1  Awake,  my  soul ! stretch  every  nerve,  3 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 

A heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 


Go,  labor  on  ; ’tis  not  for  naught : 
Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain. 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee 
not ; 

The  Master  praises : what  are  men  ? 

Go,  labor  on,  enough,  while  here, 

If  he  shall  praise  thee — if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer ; 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 


2 A cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3 ’Tis  God’s  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 

’Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4 Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I my  race  begun, 

And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I’ll  lay  my  laurels  down. 

Ph.  Doddridge. 


129  LABAN.  S.  M. 


1 My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2 Oh,  watch  and  fight  and  pray  ! 

The  battle  ne’er  give  o’er ; 

Benew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

3 Ne’er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 

Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4 Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 

He’ll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

G.  Heath. 


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1  Go,  labor  on  ; spend  and  be  spent, 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father’s  will ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went : 


Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still? 


4 Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice: 

For  toil  comes  rest;  for  exile,  home. 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom’s 
voice, 

The  midnight  peal:  “ Behold,  I 

come !” 

H.  Bonar. 


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1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  from  above. 


2 Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven, 

Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine ; 
Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

3 Sow  thy  seed ; be  never  weary ; 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy  ; 

Be  the  prospect  ne’er  so  dreary, 

Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4 Lo  ! the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear. 

Look  again : the  fields  are  whitening, 
For  the  harvest-time  is  near. 

Thos.  Hastings . 


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1 Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing — 

Sing  your  Saviour’s  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2 We  are  traveling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 

They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3 Fear  not,  brethren;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 

Jesus  Christ,  our  Father’s  Son, 

Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 

John  Cenich . 


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134  WORK-SONG.  7s,  6s  & 5. 

1  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming: 

Work  through  the  morning  hours ; 
Work  while  the  dew  is  sparkling; 

Work  ’inid  springing  flowers ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter; 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man’s  work  is  done. 


2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming  : 
Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor : 
Rest  comes  sure  and  soon  ; 

Give  every  flying  minute 
Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 
When  man  works  no  more. 


3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 
Under  the  sunset  skies; 

While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 
Work,  for  daylight  flies ; 

Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth — 
Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 

Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 
When  man’s  work  is  o’er. 

Dyer. 


135  VIGIL.  S.  M. 


1 Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2 Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 


3  Watch  ! ’tis  your  Lord’s  command ; 
And  while  we  speak  he’s  near  : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 


1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is : 

I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I am  his, 
What  can  I want  beside  ? 


2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 


3 If  e’er  I go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 

And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4 While  he  affords  his  aid 

I cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Though  I should  walk  through 
death’s  dark  shade, 

My  Shepherd’s  with  me  there. 


5  Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 


6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts. 


137  KENTUCKY.  S.  M. 


1 A charge  to  keep  I have, 

A God  to  glorify, 

A never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2 To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill — 

Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master’s  will. 

3 Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A strict  account  to  give. 


4  Oh,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a posture  found  ; 

He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Ph.  Doddridge.  I 


4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 

Assured,  if  I my  trust  betray, 

I shall  for  ever  die. 

Charles  Wesley. 


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138  We  Plough  the  Fields.  7s&6s. 

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2  He  only  is  the  Maker 

Of  all  things  near  and  far ; 
He  paints  the  wayside  flower, 
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The  winds  and  waves  obey  him, 
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3  We  thank  thee,  then,  O Father, 
For  all  things  bright  and  good — 
The  seed-time  and  the  harvest, 
Our  life,  our  health,  our  food. 
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Our  humble,  thankful  hearts. 


139  On  the  Mountain’s  Top.  8s,  7s  & 4. 


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All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 

Great  deliverance 

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4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker’s  favor  blessed ; 

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140  Go  Bear  the  Joyful  Tidings. 

Mrs.  F.  J.  Van  Alstyne.  Theo.  F.  Seward. 


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3 Go  tell  the  broken  spirit 
That  vainly  sighs  for  rest 
There  is  a home  in  glory — 

A home  for  ever  blest ; 

Go  bring  the  lost  to  Jesus, 

His  tender  love  to  share ; 

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Immortal  souls  are  there. — Ref. 


4 Haste  on  your  work  of  mercy : 

The  heavenly  call  obey ; 

Go  in  the  strength  of  Jesus, 

The  true  and  living  Way  ; 

Go  like  the  old  disciples, 

And  tread  the  path  they  trod. 
Your  duty  lies  before  you  ; 

Go ! Leave  the  rest  to  God. — Ref. 


141  MISSIONARY  HYMN.  7s  & 6s. 


142  WEBB.  7s  & 6s. 


From  Greenland’s  icy  mountains, 
From  India’s  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric’s  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error’s  chain. 


2 What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
"Blow  soft  o’er  Ceylon’s  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
And  only  man  is  vile  ? 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 


1 The  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 


The  darkness  disappears ; 

The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 
To  penitential  tears. 

Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 
Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Zion’s  war. 

2 See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 
In  gratitude  above, 

While  sinners,  now  confessing, 
The  gospel-call  obey, 

And  seek  the  Saviour’s  blessing, 

A nation  in  a day. 


.3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high — 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 

Salvation  ! oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 

Till  earth’s  remotest  nation 
Has  learned  Messiah’s  name. 

Reginald  Heber. 


3 Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way ; 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  Stay — 

Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 
Triumphant  reach  their  home ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  “The  Lord  is  come!” 

S.  F.  Smith. 


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2 What  shall  we  do  for  the  Master  so  dear? 
Oh,  there  are  many  in  need  of  our  cheer, 
Souls  that  know  nothing  but  darkness 

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Souls  in  the  dark  without  Jesus. 

3 Many  he  has  who  are  not  of  this  fold, 
Out  in  the  storm  and  the  pitiless  cold ; 
These  we  will  win  by  our  prayers  and 

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4 Over  the  mountains  and  over  the  seas, 
Lovingly,  joyfully,  speed  we  to  these, 
Seeking  to  save  them  by  tenderest 

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Save  by  the  blood  of  Jesus. 

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Never  a moment  to  work  for  him  lose. 
Joyfully  work  for  Jesus, 


146  GROTON.  C M. 

1 Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise — 

Rise  and  assert  thy  sway, 

Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  briug, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2 Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 


And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3 Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 

This  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

4 From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored. 

And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

A.  C.  H.  Seymour. 


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Refrain. — Onward,  then,  etc. 


3  He  will  never  fail  us,  he  will  not  for- 
sake; 

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Resting  on  his  promise,  what  have  we 
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Refrain. — Onward,  then,  etc. 


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Can  for  a single  sin  atone ; 

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O God  ! be  merciful  to  me ! 


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Refrain. — Suffer,  etc. 

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151  The  Children’s  Saviour. 

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“ Suffer  them,”  he  says,  “ to  come 
If  they  seek  his  face  and  favor, 

They  shall  share  his  heavenly  home, 
Risen  Saviour ! 

Nevermore  from  thee  to  roam. 


4 Loving,  suffering,  dying  Saviour, 
Risen,  glorious  on  thy  throne, 
Haste  the  day  wh6n  every  idol 
Shall  by  truth  be  overthrown, 
And  the  kingdoms 
Of  the  earth  to  thee  belong. 


152  LEBANON.  S.  M.  D. 


153  OLIVET.  6s  & 4s. 


1  I was  a wandering  sheep ; 

I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 

I did  not  love  my  Shepherd’s  voice ; 

I would  not  be  controlled. 

I was  a wayward  child ; 

I did  not  love  my  home; 

I did  not  love  my  Father’s  voice ; 

I loved  afar  to  roam. 


1 My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ! 

Now  hear  me  while  I pray : 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 


2 The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child ; 

He  followed  me  o’er  vale  and  hill, 

O’er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 

He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished  and  faint  and  lone ; 

He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
He  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3 Jesus  my  Shepherd  is ; 

’Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 

’Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 
’Twas  he  that  made  me  whole ; 
’Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep ; 
’Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
’Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

4 No  more  a wandering  sheep, 

I love  to  be  controlled  ; 

I love  my  tender  Shepherd’s  voice ; 

I love  the  peaceful  fold. 

No  more  a wayward  child, 

I seek  no  more  to  roam ; 

I love  my  heavenly  Father’s  voice, 

I love,  I love  his  home. 

H.  Bonar. 


2 May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 

Oh-,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm  and  changeless  be, 
A living  fire. 

3 While  life’s  dark  maze  I tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  Guide ; 

Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 

Wipe  sorrow’s  tears  away, 

Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 


4  When  ends  life’s  transient  dream, 
When  death’s  cold,  sullen  stream 
Shall  o’er  me  roll, 

Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 

Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A ransomed  soul. 


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Father,  be  thou  nigh. 


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Life  is  dark  without  thee ; 

Death  with  thee  is  bright. 
Light  of  light,  shine  o’er  us 
On  our  pilgrim  way ; 

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To  the  endless  day. 


156  MARTYN.  7S.  D. 


1 Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly 
While  the  billowrs  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2 Other  refuge  have  I none : 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 


Leave,  ah ! leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I bring ; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3 Thou,  O Christ,  art  all  I want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I find  ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I am  all  unrighteousness ; 

False  and  full  of  sin  I am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Chas.  Wesley. 


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157  Saviour,  Teach  me  Day  by  Day. 

Theo.  F.  Seward. 


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4 Thus  may  I rejoice  to  show 
That  I feel  the  love  I owe ; 
Singing,  till  thy  face  I see, 

Of  his  love  who  first  loved  me. 

T.  F.  Se  ward. 


158  Lead,  Kindly  Light. 


Lead  thou  me  on. 


Leacl,  Kindly  Light. — Concluded. 


2 I was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that 
thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on ; 

I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path ; but 
now 

Lead  thou  me  on. 

I loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of 
fears, 

Pride  ruled  my  will : remember  not 
past  years. 


3 So  long  thy  power  hast  blest  me,  sure 
it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 

O’er  moor  and  fen,  o’er  crag  and  tor- 
rent, till 

The  night  is  gone, 

And  with  the  morn  those  angel-faces 
smile 

Which  I have  loved  long  since  and  lost 
a while. 


159  HORTON.  7S. 


160  NAOMI.  C.  M. 


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1 Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb, 

Thine,  and  only  thine,  I am ; 

Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul ; 

Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2 Thou  my  one  thing  needful  be : 

Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee ; 

Let  me  choose  the  better  part : 

Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3 Whom  have  I on  earth  below? 

Thee,  and  only  thee,  I know ; 

Whom  have  I in  heaven  but  thee  ? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

Chas.  Wesley. 

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1 Father,  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise : 

2 “ Give  me  a calm,  a thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3 “ Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; [shine, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey 
And  crown  my  journey’s  end.” 

Anna  Steele . 


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161 

Mary  C.  Seward. 


Mary  C.  Seward. 


2 I know  thou  art  the  life, 

Flowing  full,  flowing  free; 
Come,  Jesus,  and  abide : 

All  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 
Kef. — Enter  in,  etc. 


Copyright , 1883,  by  T.  F.  Seward. 


3 Oh,  hide  my  life  in  thine, 

Let  me  seek  but  thy  will, 
All  self  to  sacrifice, 

And  thy  law  of  love  fulfill. 
Kef. — Enter  in,  etc. 


162  HAYDN.  S.  M. 


1 Blest  Comforter  divine, 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2 Draw  with  thy  “still  small  voice  ” 

From  every  sinful  way, 

And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3 By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 

And  e’en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A smile  of  glory  wear. 


163  FULTON.  7s. 

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1 Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine, 

Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove : 

Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2 Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me : 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 

Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God  ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3 Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 

Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 


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164  SHEPHERD.  8S,  7s  & 4. 

1 Saviour,  like  a shepherd  lead  us : 

Much  we  need  thy  tenderest  care ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 

For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare. 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  bought  us ; thine  we  are. 

2 We  are  thine:  do  thou  befriend  us; 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way ; 

Keep  thy  flock  ; from  sin  defend  us ; 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

Blessed  Jesus, 

Hear,  oh  hear  us,  when  we  pray. 

3 Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  he  ; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus, 

We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 

4 Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 

Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill. 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

Dorothy  A.  Thrupp. 


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And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No ! There’s  a cross  for  every  one, 

And  there’s  a cross  for  me. 

2 How  happy  are  the  saints  above 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here ! 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 

And  joy  without  a tear. 

3 The  consecrated  cross  I’ll  bear 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear ; 
For  there’s  a crown  for  me. 

G.  N.  Allen . 

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166  SWEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

1 Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of 

prayer, 

That  calls  me  from  a world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father’s  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes-known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 

And  oft  escaped  the  tempter’s  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2 Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of 

prayer, 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word  and  trust  his  grace, 
I’ll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

W.  W.  Walford. 


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What  endless  glory  shines ! 

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For  these  celestial  lines. 

2 Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find — 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3 Here  the  Redeemer’s  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around, 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4 Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight, 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 

5 Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Anna  Steele . 


168  Holy  Father,  Hear  my  Cry. 

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169  WHAT  A FRIEND.  8s,  7s.  D. 

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1  What  a Friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ! 
What  a privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer ! 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 
Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear, 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Everything  to  God  in  prayer ! 


Bo  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee : 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer ; 

In  his  arms  he’ll  take  and  shield  thee ; 
Thou  wilt  find  a solace  there. 

H.  Bonar . 

170  DENNIS.  S.  M. 

1 How  gentle  God’s  commands ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are ! 

Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

Beneath  his  watchful  eye 
His  saints  securely  dwell ; 

That  hand  which  bears  all  Nature  up 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 

Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father’s  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day ; 

I’ll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 

And  bear  a song  away. 

P.  Doddridge. 


2 Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 

We  should  never  be  discouraged — 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a friend  so  faithful, 
Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness : 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3 Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a load  of  care? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge ! 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 


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“Let  Jesus  Christ  be  praised!” 
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From  depth  to  height  reply : 

“ May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised !” 


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“ May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised !” 
Be  this  th’  eternal  song 
Through  all  the  ages  on : 

“May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised!” 


172  ZEBULON.  H.  M. 


1 O Thou  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry, 

And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessings  from  on  high. 

We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2 If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry — 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply — 


Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3 Our  heavenly  Father,  thou ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace; 

Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  now 
Descend  and  fill  the  place ; 

So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4 Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord, 

With  great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word, 

Till  heathen  lands  shall  own  thy  sway 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

J.  Burton. 


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Matthew  Bridges. 


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Whose  power  a sceptre  sways 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease 
And  all  be  prayer  and  praise. 

His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  his  pierced  feet 
Fair  flowers  of  paradise  extend 
Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 


3  Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  years, 
The  Potentate  of  time, 

Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 
Ineffably  sublime. 

All  hail,  Redeemer,  hail ! 

For  thou  hast  died  for  me ; 

Thy  praise  shall  never,  never  fail 
Throughout  eternity. 


174  EVEN  ME.  8s,  7s  & 4. 

1 Lord,  I hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free — 
Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing ; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

Ref. — Even  me,  even  me ! 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2 Pass  me  not,  O gracious  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be ; 
Thou  might’st  pass  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me. — Ref. 


3 Pass  me  not,  O tender  Saviour ! 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  thee  ; 

I am  longing  for  thy  favor : 

When  thou  comest  call  for  me. — Ref. 

4 Pass  me  not,  O mighty  Spirit ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus’  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me. — Ref. 

5 Have  I long  in  sin  been  sleeping, 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping? 
Oh,  forgive  and  rescue  me. — Ref. 

Mrs.  E.  Codnet. 


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I LOVE  TO  TELL  THE  STORY.  7s  & 6s. 

1 I love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above — 

Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I know  ’tis  true ; 

It  satisfies  my  longings 
As  nothing  else  can  do. 

Ref. — I love  to  tell  the  story : 

’Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory — 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2 I love  to  tell  the  story : 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

It  did  so  much  for  me ; 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I tell  it  now  to  thee. — Ref. 

3 I love  to  tell  the  story  : 

’Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I tell  it, 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God’s  own  holy  word. — Ref. 

4 I love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 
To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 

And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I sing  the  new,  new  song, 

’Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 
That  I have  loved  so  long. — Ref. 

Catharine  Hankey. 

176 

Tune. — I LOVE  TO  TELL  the  story. 

1 I love  to  hear  the  story 
Which  angel-voices  tell — 

How  once  the  King  of  glory 
Came  down  on  earth  to  dwell. 


I am  both  weak  and  sinful, 

But  this  I surely  know : 

The  Lord  came  down  to  save  me, 
Because  he  loved  me  so. 

2 I’m  glad  my  blessed  Saviour 

Was  once  a child  like  me, 

To  show  how  pure  and  holy 
His  little  ones  may  be ; 

And  if  I try  to  follow 
His  footsteps  here  below, 

He  never  will  forget  me, 

Because  he  loves  me  so. 

3 To  sing  his  love  and  mercy 

My  sweetest  songs  I’ll  raise ; 

And,  though  I cannot  see  him, 

I know  he  hears  my  praise ; 

For  he  has  kindly  promised 
That  even  I may  go 
To  sing  among  his  angels, 

Because  he  loves  me  so. 

Emily  H.  Miller. 


177  TOPLADY.  7S. 


1 Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  wounded  side  which 

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Be  of  sin  the  double  cure : 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2 Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 

Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone : 

Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

In  my  hand  no  price  I bring : 

Simply  to  thy  cross  I cling. 

3 While  I draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Aug.  M.  Toplady. 


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And  he  tries  to  tempt  you 
To  all  harm  and  ill ; 

But  you  must  not  hear  him, 
Though  ’tis  hard  for  you 
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3 Jesus  knows  your  weakness ; 

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Then  his  love  will  keep  you 

From  all  guilt  and  shame. — Ref. 


179  STOCKWELL.  8s  & 7s. 


1 Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth 

With  a brother’s  tender  care ; 
Yes,  with  me,  with  me  he  shareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear. 

2 Yes,  for  me  he  standeth  pleading 

At  the  mercy-seat  above, 


Ever  for  me  interceding, 

Constant  in  untiring  love. 

3 Yes,  in  me  abroad  he  sheddeth 

Joys  unearthly,  love  and  light; 
And  to  cover  me  he  spreadeth 
His  paternal  wing  of  might. 

4 Yes,  in  me,  in  me  he  dwelleth — 

I in  him,  and  he  in  me ; 

And  my  empty  soul  he  filleth 
Here  and  through  eternity. 

H.  Bonar. 


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180  HE  LEADETH  ME.  L.  M. 

1 He  leadeth  me  ! Oh  blessed  thought ! 
Oh  words  with  heavenly  comfort 

fraught ! 

Whate’er  I do,  where’er  I he, 

Still  ’tis  God’s  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

Ref. — He  leadeth  me,  he  leadeth  me, 

By  his  own  hand  he  leadeth  me ; 
His  faithful  follower  I would  be, 
For  by  his  hand  he  leadeth  me. 

2 Sometimes  ’mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden’s  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o’er  troubled  sea, 

Still  ’tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

3 Lord,  I would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine, 

Content,  whatever  lot  I see, 

Since  ’tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

4 And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When  by  thy  grace  the  victory’s  won, 
E’en  death’s  cold  wave  I will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 


181  PORTUGUESE  HYMN. 


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Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent 
word ! 

What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he 
hath  said — 

To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have 
fled? 

2 “When  through  the  deep  waters  I call 

thee  to  go, 

The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  over- 
flow ; 

For  I will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to 
bless, 

And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  dis- 
tress. 


3 “ When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path- 

way shall  lie, 

My  grace,  all-suflicient,  shall  be  thy 
supply ; 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee : I only 
design 

Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to 
refine. 

4 “E’en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people 

shall  prove 

My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable 
love; 

And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  their 
temples  adorn, 

Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom 
be  borne. 

5 “The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned 

for  repose 

I  will  not,  I will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  en- 
deavor to  shake, 

I’ll  never,  no,  never — no,  never — for- 
sake.” 

Geo.  Keith. 


182  ARCADIA.  C.  M. 


1 Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 


But,  Lord,  thy  Church  is  praying  yet, 
A thousand  years  the  same. 

2 We  mark  her  goodly  battlements 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 

We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3 For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  Church,  O God  ! 

Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat- 
ening her 

And  tempests  are  abroad, 

4 Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands — 

A mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 

A house  not  made  by  hands. 

A.  C.  Coxe . 


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1 Just  as  I am,  without  one  plea, 

But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
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O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

2 Just  as  I am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot,  [spot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 


3 Just  as  I am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a conflict,  many  a doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

4 Just  as  I am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind — 
Yea,  all  I need — in  thee  to  find, 

O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

5 Just  as  I am  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  thy  promise  I believer 
O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

Charlotte  Elliott . 


185  NETTLETON.  8s  & 7s. 


1 Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer ! 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I make  a full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine ; 

Thine  entirely, 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2 Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear, 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near. 
Shout,  O Zion  ! 

Shout,  ye  saints ! the  Lord  is  here. 

W.  Mason. 


186  VIGIL.  S.  M. 


1 Oh,  what,  if  we  are  Christ’s, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 

Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2 Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe,  [blood, 

When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in 
Christ’s  sufferings  shared  below. 

3 Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 

Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4 Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours — 

Like  them,  in  faith,  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 

Henry  W.  Baker. 


187  AMERICA.  6S  & 4S. 


1 God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand 

Through  storm  and  night. 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 

Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might. 

2 For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies, 

On  him  we  wait. 

Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guardian  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

“ God  save  the  State !” 


3  Our  fathers’  God,  to  thee, 

Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing; 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom’s  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King ! 

J.  S.  Dwight  and  S.  F.  Smith . 


188  NORTHAMPTON.  L.  M. 


1 Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 


With  humble  hearts  and  bending  knee 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2 Thy  name  we  bless,  almighty  God, 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3 Here  Freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray ; 
Here  thou  our  fathers’  steps  did  guide 
In  safety  thro’  their  dangerous  way. 

4 Great  God,  preserve  us  in  thy  fear ; 

In  dangers  still  our  guardian  be ; 
Oh,  spread  thy  truth’s  bright  precepts 
here; 

Let  all  thy  people  worship  thee. 


189  regent  square.  8s  & 7s. 


1 Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven ; 

To  his  feet  thy  tribute  bring ; 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Evermore  his  praises  sing. 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

2 Praise  him  for  his  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress ; 

Praise  him  still  the  same  as  ever, 

Slow  to  chide  and  swift  to  bless. 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Glorious  in  his  faithfulness. 

3 Father-like,  he  tends  and  spares  us : 

Well  our  feeble  frame  he  knows ; 

In  his  hands  he  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes. 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Widely  yet  his  mercy  flows. 

4 Angels  in  the  height,  adore  him : 

Ye  behold  him  face  to  face ; 

Saints,  triumphant  bow  before  him, 
Gathered  in  from  every  race. 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 


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3 So  now,  upon  his  Father’s  throne, 

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To-day  as  yesterday  the  same, 

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There  shall  to  you  be  given 
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Of  endless  life  in  heaven. 
Ref. — Oh,  ’twas  love,  etc. 


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3 All  your  sins  shall  be  forgiven : 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

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Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

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Naught  but  good  shall  e’er  betide  you; 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  you : 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

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3 Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  thee 
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Of  all  thy  power  and  grace ; 
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Without  a city  wall, 

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2 The  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me ; 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  with  his  hand, 

For  this  is  heaven’s  border-land. 

3 A sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
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Where  streams  of  life  for  ever  flow. 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me 
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204  Jesus  is  our  Shepherd. 


2 Jesus  is  our  Shepherd : 

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How  its  gentlest  whisper 
Makes  our  heart  rejoice ! 
Even  when  he  chideth, 
Tender  is  his  tone. 

None  but  he  shall  guide  us; 
We  are  his  alone. 


3 Jesus  is  our  Shepherd : 

Guided  by  his  arm, 

Safely  we  may  follow ; 

None  can  do  us  harm. 

When  we  tread  death’s  valley, 
Dark  with  fearful  gloom, 

We  will  fear  no  evil, 

Victors  o’er  the  tomb. 


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206  Oh,  I am  so  Happy  in  Jesus! 


Arthur  T.  Pierson.  Jas.  McGranahan. 


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4 Oh,  I am  so  happy  in  Jesus ! 

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5 Oh,  I am  so  happy  in  Jesus ! 

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207  Oh,  how  I Love  Jesus! 

Richard  Burnham. 


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208  The  Sands  of  Time  are  Wasting. 


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210  The  Great  Physician. 


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And  wear  a crown  with  Jesus. — Ref. 


5  Come,  brethren,  help  me  sing  his  praise 
Oh,  praise  the  name  of  Jesus  ; 
Come,  sisters,  all  your  voices  raise  : 
Oh,  bless  the  name  of  Jesus. — Ref. 


3 All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb ! 

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I love  the  blessed  Saviour’s  name, 

I love  the  name  of  Jesus. — Ref. 

4 The  children,  too,  both  great  and  small, 

Who  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

May  now  accept  the  gracious  call 
To  work  and  live  for  Jesus. — Ref. 


6 His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear — 

No  other  name  but  “Jesus 
Oh,  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 
The  precious  name  of  Jesus ! — Ref. 

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His  name — the  name  of  Jesus. — Ref. 


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Jesus,  I come  to  Thee. 


T.  F.  Seward. 


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3 Far  from  the  narrow  way  long  I have 
strayed ; 

Dark  clouds  have  covered  me  where  I 
have  prayed ; 

Now  to  thy  mercy  I come  with  my 
sin: 

Pity  and  comfort  me ; Lord,  take  me 
in ! 

Kef. — Open  now,  etc. 

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Flee  I,  O Lord,  like  a bird  to  its 
nest ; 

Nothing  I bring  thee  but  sorrow  and 
sin : 

Open  thine  arms  for  me;  Lord,  take 
me  in ! 

Ref. — Open  now,  etc. 

>M  T.  F.  Seward. 


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Frances  Ridley  Havergal.  Wm.  J.  Kirkpatrick.  By  per. 


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2 I heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

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Till  all  my  days  are  done. 


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2  Crowns  there  are  for  all  to  wear 
Who  on  earth  the  cross  will  bear; 
Many  will  those  bright  crowns  be : 
Is  there  one  prepared  for  me  ? — Ref. 


3  Robes  of  spotless  white  are  given 
By  the  glorious  King  of  heaven ; 

All  can  have  them — they  are  free : 

Is  there  one  prepared  for  me? — Ref. 


217  CLINTON.  C.  M. 


1 When  I can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2 Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

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And  face  a frowning  world. 

3 Let  cares  like  a wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 

May  I but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4 There  shall  I bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Isaac  Watts . 


218  SHINING  SHORE.  7s.  D. 

1 My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly — 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

2 We’ll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning ; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word : 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3 Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4 Let  sorrow’s  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever  ; 

Our  King  says,  “Come,”  and  there’s 
our  home 

For  ever — oh,  for  ever ! 

David  Nelson,  D.D. 


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The  Better  Land. 


W.  B.  Bradbury. 


Whither,  pil-grims,  are  you  go  - ing,  Go  - ing  each  with  staff  in  hand  ? ) 

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Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lone  - ly— You,  a lit  - tie,  fee-ble  band?) 


Copyright , 1861,  by  Wm.  B.  Bradbury , in  “ Golden  Chain.' 

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220  Come,  ye  Thankful  People. 


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Praising  thee  for  evermore. 

Come,  with  thousand  angels  come ! 
Bid  us  sing  thy  harvest-home. 


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222  The  Holy  Day  of  Rest. 


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We  shall  Rest. — Concluded. 


2 He  will  give  us  strength  our  vigor  to 
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224  Beautiful  Mansions. 

W.  B.  Bradbury. 


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Ref. — Saviour,  be  near  me,  etc. 

els’'  by  W.  B.  Bradbury. 


225  There’s  Rest  on  the  Bosom  of  Jesus. 

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3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus ! grant  that  we 

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1 There  is  a fountain  filled  with  blood 

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Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2 The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day, 

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Washed  all  my  sins  away. 


3 Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood, 

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Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4 E’er  since,  by  faith,  I saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I die. 

5 Then,  in  a nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I’ll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave.  [tongue 
William  Cowper. 


163 


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E.  Turney,  D.D.  Rev.  R.  Lowry. 


3 Draw  me  from  each  sinful  striving ; 
From  myself  oh  set  me  free ; 

Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  thee. — Ref. 


4 Highest,  purest,  sweetest  pleasure 
Shall  thy  service  bring  to  me  ; 
Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

Bid  me  come  and  rest  in  thee. — Ref. 


Copyright , 1873,  by  Biglow  & Main. 


229  REST.  L.  M. 

1 Asleep  in  Jesus ! Blessed  sleep, 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep — 

A calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 

Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2 Asleep  in  Jesus!  Oh  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a slumber  meet, 

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That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus!  Peaceful  rest, 

Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest: 

No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour’s  power. 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  Far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be, 
But  thine  is  still  a blessed  sleep, 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


230  Ten  Thousand  Times  Ten  Thousand. 

Henry  Alford.  J.  B.  Dykes. 


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231  The  Land  Beyond  the  River. 

H.  L.  Frisbie. 


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There  is  eternal  pleasure, 

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In  the  land  beyond  the  river. — Ref. 


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Beyond,  beyond  the  river  ? 

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In  the  land  beyond  the  river. — Ref. 


232  Jesus,  Still  Lead  On. 


Tr.  by  Jane  Borthwick.  B.  C.  Unseld. 


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2  Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their 
chorus  of  praise 

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Ancient  of  days, 

And  thrones  and  dominions  re-echo 
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slain. 

Kef. — Hallelujah,  etc. 


3  Dear  Saviour,  may  we,  with  our  voices 
so  faint, 

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and  saint  ? 

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we  will  gain 

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Ref. — Hallelujah,  etc. 


23 4:Tune. — in  the  far-better  land. 

1 Come,  children,  and  join  in  our  festival 

song, 

And  hail  the  sweet  joys  which  this 
day  brings  along ; 

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of  praise 

To  God,  who  has  kept  us  and  length- 
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2 Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  lift  up  to 

thee 

Our  voice  of  thanksgiving,  our  glad 
jubilee; 

Oh,  bless  us  and  guide  us,  dear  Sa- 
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3 And  if,  ere  this  glad  year  has  drawn 

to  a close, 

Some  loved  one  among  us  in  death 
shall  repose, 

Grant,  Lord,  that  the  spirit  in  heaven 
may  dwell 

In  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  where  all  shall 
be  well. 

Ref. — Hallelujah,  etc. 


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In  joy  and  peace  and  thee? 

2 There  happier  bowers  than  Eden’s 

bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know ; 

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I onward  press  to  you. 

3 Why  should  I shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 

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And  realms  of  endless  day. 

4 Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand, 

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Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

5 Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I thy  joys  shall  see. 

John  M.  Dickson. 


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3 Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 

Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show ; 

Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 

Beautiful  all  who  enter  there ! 


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4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see ; 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with 
me. — Ref. 


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2 There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

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Death,  like  a narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. — Bef. 


4 Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove — 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise — 
And  view  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; — Bef. 


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While  Jordan  rolled  between. — Bef. 

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And  view  the  landscape  o’er, — [flood 
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Should  fright  us  from  the  shore.-BEF. 

Copyright,  1865 , in  “ Happy  Voices.” 


238  Hark,  Hark,  my  Soul! 

F.  W.  Faber.  Theo.  F.  Seward. 


Hark,  Hark,  my  Soul ! — Concluded. 


2 Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them 

singing : 

“Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids 
you  come 

And,  through  the  dark  its  echoes 
sweetly  ringing, 

The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us 
home. — Ref. 

3 Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening 

pealing, 

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and  sea, 

And  laden  souls,  by  thousands  meekly 
stealing, 

Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary 
steps  to  thee. — Ref. 


4 Rest  comes  at  length : though  life  be 

long  and  dreary, 

The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome 
night  be  past ; 

All  journeys  end  in  welcomes  to  the 
weary, 

And  heaven,  the  heart’s  true  home, 
will  come  at  last. — Ref. 

5 Angels,  sing  on,  your  faithful  watches 

keeping — 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs 
above — 

Till  morning’s  joy  shall  end  the  night 
of  weeping, 

And  life’s  long  shadows  break  in 
cloudless  love. — Ref. 


239  Angel  Voices. 

Francis  Pott.  A.  S.  Sullivan. 


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The  home  of  God’s  elect — 
Oh,  sweet  and  blessed  country 
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241  Nevermore  be  Sad  or  Weary. 


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4 Be  thou  our  souls’  preserver, 

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0 thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me. 

3 I need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour : 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter’s  power? 

Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 

Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

4 I fear  no  foe  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 

Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 

Where  is  death’s  sting?  Where,  grave,  thy  victory? 

1 triumph  still  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5 Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom  and  point  me  to  the  skies ; 
Heaven’s  morning  breaks,  and  earth’s  vain  shadows  flee ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O Lord,  abide  with  me. 

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May  our  eyelids  close  ! 


3  When  the  morning  wakens, 
Then  may  I arise 
Pure  and  fresh  and  sinless 
In  thy  holy  eyes. 


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It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

Oh  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant’s  eyes. 


2 When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

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For  ever  on  my  Saviour’s  breast !” 

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For  without  thee  I cannot  live ; 

Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I dare  not  die. 


4 If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin: 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5 Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love, 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

John  Keble. 


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1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 

Oh  refresh  us, 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 


2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found ! 


3  So,  whene’er  the  signal’s  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angels’  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day ! 

W.  Shirley . 


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11  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  | ever  " shall  | be,  ||  world  | without  | 

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8 Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil ; my  cup  | runneth  | over. 

9 Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me  all  the  | days  of  my  | life , || 

10  And  I will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  | Lord  for  | ever.  ||  A-  | men. 


253  The  Lord’s  Prayer. 

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Psalm  cxxxvi. 


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4 To  him  who  alone  doeth  great  wonders;  Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

5 To  him  that  by  wisdom  made  the  heavens ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

6 To  him  that  stretched  out  the  earth  above  the 

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7 To  him  that  made  great  lights ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

8 The  sun  to  rule  by  day  ; the  moon  and  stars  to 

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9 Who  remembered  us  in  our  low  estate ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

10  And  hath  redeemed  us  from  our  enemies ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

11  Who  giveth  food  to  all  flesh ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

12  O give  thanks  unto  the  God  of  heaven ; Cho.  For  his  mercy  endureth  for  ever. 

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* By  teacher  or  teachers.  The  responses  by  the  scholars. 

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255  I will  Lift  Up  mine  Eyes. 

Ps.  cxxi. 


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4 Behold,  he  that  keepeth  Israel,  shall  not  | slumber  nor  | sleep. 

5 The  Lord  is  thy  keeper ; the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy  | right  — | hand. 

6 The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  nor  the  | moon  by  | night. 

7 The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil : he  shall  pre-  | serve  thy  | soul. 

8 The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out,  and  thy  coming  in,  from  this  time  forth, 

and  even  for  evermore.  | A — | men. 

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“ Thy  will  be  | done !” 


Close  by  repeating  the  first  two  measures , “ Thy  will  be  done !” 


257  Troyte’s  Chant. 

Montgomery.  A.  H.  D.  Troyte. 


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1 God  of  my  life,  thy  | boundless  | grace 

Chose,  pardoned  and  a-  | dopted  | 
me; 

My  Rest,  my  Home,  my  | Dwelling-  | 
place, 

Father,  I | come  to  | thee. 

2 Jesus,  my  Hope,  my  | Rock,  my  | 

Shield,  [me, 

Whose  precious  blood  was  | shed  for  | 
Into  thy  hands  my  | soul  I | yield, 
Saviour,  I | come  to  | thee. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  I84I. 


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DOXOLOGIES 


1 L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow ; 

Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2 c.  M. 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

^ S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

4 7s. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

Praise  and  glory  be  to  thee 
Now  and  through  eternity. 

5 7s  & 6s. 

Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 

Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host 
To  praise  thee  evermore ; 

Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Three  in  One  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

All  glory  be  to  thee. 


6 8s  & 7s. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven ; 

Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise ; 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

7 8s,  7s  & 4. 

Great  Jehovah ! we  adore  thee, 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

8 L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 

The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is 
known, 

By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

9 iis. 

O Father  almighty!  to  thee  be  ad- 
dressed, 

With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever 
blest, 

All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and 
from  heaven, 

As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 
given. 


1S7 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS 


Adoration,  Praise,  Thanksgiving,  1-40, 104, 106,  110,  112, 171, 199,  239. 
Trust  and  Confidence,  41-66,  86,  116,  153, 155,  181,  209. 

Jesus  Christ:  His  Advent,  Life,  Death,  Resurrection  and  Coming,  67-89,  193, 
202,  243. 

Jesus  the  King,  2,  3,  7,  8,  12,  21,  30,  70,  75,  78,  146,  173. 

Jesus  the  Saviour,  4,  9,  10,  11,  13,  23,  26,  31,  33,  35,  44-87,  151,  156,  177, 191, 206, 
227. 

Jesus  the  Shepherd  and  Friend,  19,  27,  40,  50,  58,  107,  136,  164,  169,  179,  180, 
183,  194,  200,  204. 

The  Holy  Spirit,  37,  88,  131, 162, 163, 172, 174. 

The  Trinity  Adored,  37, 112, 168. 

The  Gospel  Call,  41,  52,  90-109,  148,  150,  196. 

Accepting  the  Call  and  Resting  in  Christ,  147-164,  168, 183,  184, 185,  190, 
210,  211,  213,  214,  221,  225,  228. 

Penitence,  62,  63,  64,  80,  81,  82,  85,  90,  93,  117,  149,  154,  174,  201,  211. 

Prayer,  57, 160,  166,  172. 

The  Christian  Life  : Conflict,  Work  and  Growth,  46,  47,  53,  54,  59,  60,  61,  66,  84, 
105,  111-138,  157-215,  223,  232. 

The  Church  : Its  Progress  and  Triumph,  6,  16,  32,  34,  68,  76,  124, 138-146, 182. 
The  Lord’s  Day,  38,  42,  222. 

The  Bible,  52,  167,  205. 

Morning  and  Evening,  195,  244-249. 

New  Year,  147,  234. 

Our  Country, ..187, 188,  189,  220. 

Death  of  a Child,  226. 

The  Heavenly  Rest,  33,  48,  51,  208,  216-243. 

Close  of  Worship,  247. 

Chants,  251-257. 


188 


INDEX 


Titles  in  Small  Caps,  First  Lines  in  Roman. 


-A..  hymn 

A charge  to  keep  I have 137 

A crown  of  glory  bright 51 

Abide  with  me 245 

All  hail,  blessed  morning 86 

All  hail  the  power 7 

All  glory  to  Jesus  be  given 43 

Am  I a soldier  of  the  cross 54 

Angel  voices  ever  singing 239 

Art  thou  weary 96 

Around  the  Saviour’s  lofty  throne...  8 

Around  the  throne  of  God 33 

Asleep  in  Jesus ! Blessed  sleep 229 

At  the  door 93 

Awake  and  sing 16 

Awake,  my  soul 128 

33. 

Beautiful  morning  star 71 

Beautiful  mansions 224 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above 236 

Begone,  unbelief 59 

Beulah-land 203 

Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus 228 

Blest  Comforter  divine 162 

Bright  dawns  the  day 114 

Bringing  in  the  sheaves 113 

C. 

Calling,  calling! 101 

Cheerfully  give 144 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 98 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 132 

Christ  in  the  vessel 59 

Christ  my  Lord 19 

Close  to  thee 49 

Come,  every  soul  by  sin  oppressed...  99 

Come,  children,  and  join 234 

Come,  come  to  Jesus 97 

Come,  let  us  all  unite  to  sing 104 

Come,  let  us  join 13 

Come,  sinner,  come 103 


HYMN 


Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 24 

Come,  shout  aloud 106 

Come,  thou  almighty  King 37 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 67 

Come  to  Jesus 109 

Come  to  Jesus  now 92 

Come  unto  me 94 

Come,  ye  children 196 

Come,  ye  faithful 89 

Come,  ye  thankful  people 220 

Crown  him  with  many  crowns 173 

D. 

Do  not  faint  when  tribulation 46 

Do  no  sinful  action 178 

E. 

Each  day  to  live  for  Jesus 125 

Endless  praises,  endless  praises 30 

Enter  in 161 

Entire  consecration 212 

Enthroned  on  high 88 

TP. 

Fading,  still  fading 246 

Far  out  on  the  desolate  billow 50 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 167 

Father,  whate’er  of  earthly  bliss 160 

Fear  not ! God  is  thy  shield 116 

Floating  through  the  sunlight 94 

Forth  to  the  fight 122 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies.  34 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows.  57 
From  Greenland’s  icy  mountains 141 

G. 

Gather  them  in,  for  there  yet  is  room.  124 

Gentle  Jesus,  Saviour  mild 154 

Give  your  heart  to  Jesus 100 

Give!  ’tis  the  Saviour’s  precept 143 

Glory  and  praise  and  honor 2 

Glory  to  our  King.... 30 


INDEX. 


HYMN 


Glory  to  God  on  high 39 

Glory  to  the  Father  give 112 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 41 

Go  bear  the  joyful  tidings 140 

Go  labor  on ; spend  and  be  spent 130 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 25 

God  bless  our  native  land ! 187 

God  is  love 104 

God  is  my  strong  salvation 45 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners 199 

God  of  eternal  truth... 12 

God  of  my  life 258 

Golden  harps  are  sounding 3 

Grace!  ’tis  a charming  sound 56 

Gracious  Saviour,  gentle  Shepherd...  58 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 163 

Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee...  188 

H. 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 23 

Hail  to  the  Lord’s  Anointed 68 

Happy  are  we,  God’s  own  little  flock.  145 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord 18 

Hark  ! from  the  mansions  of  glory..  9 

Hark,  hark,  my  soul 238 

Hark ! the  herald  angels  sing 70 

Hark ! the  voice  of  love  and  mercy.  83 

Hark  ! the  temperance  bells  are 133 

Hark ! the  notes  of  angels 11 

Hark ! ten  thousand  harps  and 21 

Hark  ! what  mean  those  holy  voices.  69 

Hear  the  Master  say 121 

He  leadeth  me  ! Oh,  blessed 180 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping...  131 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy 14 

Holy  Father,  hear  my  cry 168 

How  firm  a foundation 181 

How  gentle  God’s  commands 170 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds.  27 


HYMN 


I was  a wandering  sheep 152 

I will  lift  up  mine  eyes 255 

J. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 235 

Jerusalem  the  golden 240 

Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb 159 

Jesus’  arm  sustains  thee 110 

Jesus,  I come  to  thee 211 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise 146 

Jesus  is  mighty  to  save 43 

Jesus  is  all  in  all  to  me 213 

Jesus  is  calling ...  91 

Jesus  is  our  Shepherd 204 

Jesus  is  our  loving  Saviour 151 

Jesus  is  tenderly  calling 91 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 156 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  all  in  all 213 

Jesus  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun...  29 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 232 

Jesus,  tender  Saviour 44 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner’s  friend...  207 

Jesus  the  water  of  life  will  give 148 

Joy  to  the  world 78 

Just  as  I am 184 

Xj. 

Lead,  kindly  light 158 

Let  us  work  for  God 223 

Lord,  dismiss  us 250 

Lord,  do  not  leave  me 108 

Lord,  I hear  of  showers  of  blessing.  174 

Lord  of  the  vast  creation 32 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 20 

Lord,  we  would  ask  this  holy  day...  222 

Love  at  home 197 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 105 


M. 


I. 

I am  coming  to  the  cross 64 

I bless  the  Christ  of  God 

I could  not  do  without  thee 

I heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 

I lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 

I love  to  hear  the  story 

I love  to  tell  the  story 

I’m  a pilgrim 

In  heavenly  love  abiding..., 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I glory... 

In  the  far-better  land 

In  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love.... 

Is  there  one  for  me 

I think,  when  I read  that  sweet 

I’ve  been  redeemed 

I’ve  reached  the  land  of  corn  and... 


Mansions  are  prepared  above 216 

March  on,  child  of  God 114 

More  love  to  thee,  O Christ 63 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  hy 218 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 153 

My  Saviour  stands  waiting 93 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 129 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 36 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 165 

IN". 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 65 

Never  alone 50 

Nevermore  be  sad  or  weary 241 

No  mortal  eye  that  land  hath  seen..  231 

No,  not  despairingly 62 

No  one  can  tell  when  the  Saviour...  243 


28 
53 
214 
81 
176 
175 
48 
66 
84 
233 
221 
216 
77 
190 
203 
190 


INDEX. 


HYMN 


No  other  name  but  thine 4 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 87 

Now  I have  found  a friend 183 

Now  the  day  is  over 248 

Now  the  sowing  and  the  weeping....  118 

O. 

O day  of  rest  and  gladness 42 

O give  thanks  unto  the  Lord 254 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 22 

Oh,  come  let  us  sing 251 

Oh,  could  I speak 31 

Oh,  how  I love  Jesus 207 

Oh,  how  he  loves 200 

Oh,  I am  so  happy  in  Jesus 206 

Oh,  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep.  47 

Oh,  what,  if  we  are  Christ’s 186 

Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires....  182 

O Lamb  of  God,  still  keep  me 201 

One  there  is  above  all  others 40 

One  there  is  above  all  others 200 

Only  trust  him 99 

On  the  mountain’s  top  appearing 139 

Onward  now!  the  trumpet  call  is....  Ill 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 123 

O Paradise  ! O Paradise 242 

O sacred  Head,  now  wounded 80 

O thou  that  hearest  prayer 172 

O thou  unseen  but  present  Christ....  19 

Out  amid  the  waves  of  ocean 61 

Our  Father  who  art  in  heaven 253 

O word  of  God  incarnate 205 

IP. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven.  189 

Praise  to  the  Trinity 112 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator...  5 

Press  forward  and  fear  not 115 

Press  toward  the  mark 119 

Rest  a while 221 

Rest  in  thee 228 

Ring  out  the  word 119 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 177 

S. 

Salvation!  oh,  the  joyful  sound 55 

Saviour,  again  to  thy  dear  name 247 

Saviour,  blessed  Saviour 10 

Saviour,  like  a shepherd  lead  us 164 

Saviour,  teach  me  day  by  day 157 

Shout  the  glad  tidings 6 

Sing  aloud,  sing  aloud 17 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me 52 

Softly,  sweetly,  through  the  air 73 

Sowing  in  the  morning 113 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 120 

Standing  at  the  portal  of  the 147 


HYMN 


Suffer  little  children 150 

Summer  suns  are  glowing 155 

Sun  of  my  soul 249 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 166 

Sweet  the  moments 215 

T. 

Take  me,  O my  Father 117 

Take  my  life,  and  let  it  be 212 

Temperance  bells.  133 

Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  stilled..  226 
Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand....  230 

The  better  land 219 

The  children’s  Saviour 151 

The  day  is  past  and  over 244 

The  gospel  call 95 

The  great  Physician  now  is  near 210 

The  holy  day  of  rest 222 

The  land  beyond  the  river 231 

The  lambs  of  the  flock 194 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple 16 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd 252 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 136 

The  Man  of  sorrows 82 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 142 

The  morning  bright 195 

The  people  that  in  darkness  sat 79 

The  Rock  that  is  higher 47 

The  sands  of  time  are  wasting 208 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war....  198 

The  sweetest  name 191 

The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say 95 

The  sweet  story  of  old 77 

The  water  of  life 148 

The  wondrous  Stranger 101 

There  is  a calm  for  those  who  weep.  257 
There  is  a fountain  filled  with  blood.  227 

There  is  a green  hill  far  awTay 202 

There  is  a land  of  pure  delight 237 

There  is  beauty  all  around 197 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet 191 

There’s  rest  on  the  bosom  of  Jesus..  225 

There  was  joy  in  heaven 72 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting 241 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made.  38 

Thou  art  my  shepherd 107 

Though  in  darkness 46 

Thou  my  everlasting  portion 49 

Thou  sweet-gliding  Kedron 193 

Thy  will  be  done 256 

’TlS  I,  BE  NOT  AFRAID 60 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 102 

To  God  be  the  glory 15 

Tossed  with  rough  winds 60 

Troyte’s  Chant 257 

Trusting,  Lord,  in  thee 64 

"V. 

Voice  of  love 92 


101 


INDEX. 


"W\  HYMN 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my 90 

We  praise  thee,  O God 35 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer..  185 

We  march,  we  march  to  victory 192 

We  plough  the  fields  and  scatter 138 

We’re  the  lambs  of  the  flock 194 

We  shall  rest 223 

What  a friend  we  have  in  Jesus 169 

What  did  our  Lord  and  Saviour  say.  150 

When  he  shall  appear 243 

When,  his  salvation  bringing 75 

When  I can  read  my  title  clear 217 

When  I survey  the  wondrous  cross..  85 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 171 

When  to  those  who  sin  and  suffer....  82 
Whither,  pilgrims,  are  you  going. . . . 219 
Who  hath  sorrow  ? Who  hath  woe  ?.  126 
Whom  have  I in  heaven  above 290 


HYMN 


Why  shouldst  thou  longer  knock 161 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite 149 

Wonderful  night 74 

Wonderful  words  of  life 52 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 134 

Worthy  the  Lamb 9 

Would  you  be  a Christian  child? 100 

Wondrous  love 199 

Y. 

Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the 26 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 135 

Ye  servants  of  God 1 

Yes,  for  me,  for  me  he  careth 179 

Yield  not  to  the  tempter 127 

Z. 

Zion,  thy  King  behold 12 


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